I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Today's post is based on my experience this morning. I walked out the door, to the basement parking lot and a man had had a heart attack outside 5 minutes before I got there. I didn't know him but it was a painful reminder of how short, and completely unpredictable life is.

Sigh. Such a sad post. It makes me over think time. Speaking of...I've made every effort to save a seat for someone that I love. I've been defending it from all who attempt to take it away from me for a long long time now. I've shouted to the rafters exactly who it was for. And it hurts at times because I cannot help but wonder - at the worst possible potential simple truth. Could it be? Could it really just be that he doesn't want to be seen sitting next to me? Ever? Or will join me someday? The space has been made, but at present the cycles of time and tradition continue and there is a space in my heart that is on reserve too. And so, endlessly I wait. In vain?

This happened to my best friend's dad. Only my best friend didn't get to say "I love you" because they got in a fight that morning. Ever since, I've made sure to let my father know how much I love him (as well as my mother, brother and close friends). You just never know. And that's one of the scariest things in life.

What a tragic experience. But I have to wonder how long does an 'unattached' experience like that last with us?

I would think that you would have it on your mind more than average, but for a reader like me or any subsquent reader, do they really understand the gravity of these words or are they nodding theire head beccause they know what the words mean?

I am excited and expecting the different things that you are talking abt....It doesnt feel good just waiting....good that you gave me something mandatary to do while waiting restless here...I love you..thinking what I should be wearing today for you...just imaginary...what do you want to see me in? Dress? color? just saying...

Thank you for this post. My grandmother just passed away and I was really having a hard time coping with her sudden demise. Your words showed me how short life is, unpredictable with lots of twists. I regret not being together with her more despite living only a few blocks away.

It's so hard to believe, that after all this time you'd still be waiting on me. That after all that happened, you were really by my side the entire time. That after every prideful word and cowardly action on my part, you would still have any faith at all concerning the two of us. These are the anomalies that are the hardest equation for me to figure, even with all the formulas I've been given to solve it.

So naturally, I built up walls around myself as a defense mechanism against the idea that maybe I'm wrong. You were never there, I was just dreaming and making it up in my head as I'm so good at doing. A need to destroy whatever it was calling my attention, so I don't fall into a trap. I was a prisoner of my own head, trying to determine what cause and effect my dastardly actions actually had. Who's been watching and preying the entire time? Is it you or is it just tricks of the mind that I can't control?

However, the past is no more and nothing more can be said on it. No more will I stand looking back on what could have been, because it never was. I live in the present, hoping for the future and the opportunities I can find in it.

There's no denying what you did to me, the subconscience trigger of self-destructive insanity. If love is madness, then I have more love than one can know what to do with. Am I sharing it with you, or has the ship already sailed leaving me far behind?

I'll wait, I'll wonder. I hope to see your pretty face again one day, but for now it only seems an intangible dream.

Even you think I was your worst enemy behind you back. I never intended to be your enemy. I was trying to convince them that I didn't have that delusion. I hate to be thought as psychotic, I hate that!

We have been doing this to each other... both of us know its real and straight from our hearts. I remember every detail of you and I learn more about you each and every day. Nothing could change that. Love.

I hate they think its only one-way street for me...I was/am not your enemy, sweetheart. Its so wrong for you think that way. But I am not so much agaist the idea that we are enemies to each other as man and woman :)Love.

its always too late for someone. cos we always assume that 'they' will still be here tomorrow. im still assuming my mom will be home when i get back home or dad will be up when i get up on the morning. or bro will be home in the evening..... if only we knew when someone was leaving us forever. at least then we could do something abt making their last day the best...

You need a reason. Reason: You can deny that you think you aren't but I see right through you. Maybe if you see the sincerity in my eyes, one day you'll finally believe you are with your own set. Ultimately that was my goal all along. The day you die, I'll let you go knowing I did my best to make you believe you were. Because you are.